Dear friend,
How go your games?
Just so you know, I eat breakfast in my car which is falling apart. (not good)
I stay up past hours that no one should, doesn't change the fact that I'd be waking every hour anyway
And I gave my dreams away.
And I did this all, for what?
Shall we go for a death race in your playground?
Which you'll have me believe is the only reality.
This could be the downfall of our souls.
And naturally, I'll bring the players if you make the rules.
I'll bring the players if you make the rules.
My worth is a product of the moves I make in your game.
Power is given but I won't give in to you anymore.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't be controlled.
No no no.
Sincerely,
The Oppressed